A few weeks ago, my boyfriend brought home a single serving pack of Nutter Butters and left them on the kitchen table. I don’t know where or why he got them, but they sat on our table for a week without being touched, taunting me. We don’t usually keep a lot of snacks in our apartment, partially because grocery shopping in New York is the worst, and mostly because I just don’t like having snacks around – I’m weak and get tempted too easily. Cheez-Its, for example, are simply banned from the apartment because I could eat the whole box in one sitting. I’m not proud. Continue reading